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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On all these battlefields, shrill howls, Corpses riddled with rotting bullets, Abandoned tanks on fire, Under this black sky of mourning, where death makes its home. Where love has vanished from all these hearts darkened by hatred and greed, the henchmen of the furnaces of hell express and realize all their fantasies. Torn by the cries, by the tears, by the torments of war, I walk like all these soldiers lost in the darkness that inhabits humanity. My uniform stained with innocent blood bears witness to the battles and the agony of all these victims, My soul bears the scars of all these horrible wars. The tears of the earth were drowned in the hot hemoglobin of all these bloody battles. Peace no longer appeases these minds, frozen by jealousy, infamy, hypocrisy, deceit, slander, savagery, barbarity and tyranny. My brothers in arms have all tasted the glory of the lights of ultimate sacrifice. All these oceans of pain spread by human wickedness. Have made my existence on this planet bland. Under the weight of regrets, human beings prefer to wear masks, To hide the horrors of their darkness from the shadow that stands in front of their mirror every day. For centuries, cannons have sung dramatic symphonies, but peace remains a dream, For millennia, the din of weapons has sowed terror. But humanity continues to invent weapons of mass destruction. Thanks to the darkness of earthly vanities, I face the punishments of my life like a brave man.
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